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This is a small, quiet moment that showed up without asking.
Two shapes at the edge of the trees,
still enough to be missed if I hadn’t been paying attention.

Nothing extraordinary.
Just bodies holding their place in the grass,
the woods breathing behind them.

They didn’t rush.
They didn’t perform.
They simply existed — alert, present, unbothered by being seen.

It felt like a reminder that stillness doesn’t mean absence.
That staying can be instinct, not effort.
That life continues even when it isn’t demanding anything from you.

For a moment, I stood there too.
And that felt like enough.